Thousand Face Demonic Concubine Chapter 215.1

Chapter 215.1 - Being drugged

The next day, Lou Qingwu brought Lan Bai and Little Bell to Puzhao temple.

There, she saw Mu Yunqing.

He was sweeping the front of Puzhao temple's main hall, his eyes were dark.

His whole body exuded a bleak aura.

When the sun hit his handsome face, it gave him a few hints of warmth.

Lou Qingwu lowered her face down to look at the box of ashes in her arms, and she wondered if what she was doing was right.

But if it was her, she'd hope that she could leave a memory behind.

Furthermore, in her arms, was all that was left of Su Sheng.

“Mu Yunqing.” Lou Qingwu called out, her voice wasn't soft or loud.

She saw Mu Yunqing's hands stiffen before regaining his normal composure, continuing to sweep leaves.

He looked up at her and put down his broom, his palms were put together in a greeting as he walked towards Lou Qingwu.

His eyes were empty as they fell on the ground next to her, “Miss, there is no such person by that name any more. This poor monk's name is Wangchen, I don't know if you have any orders? Amitabha.”

“I have an old friend who has recently passed away. I hope that you can light up an altar lamp for her, so that she can cross into the netherworlds more easily.”

“Miss is considerate, please follow this poor monk.” Mu Yunqing's eyes were lowered the whole time.

As he turned around, his monk robes turned too, they were a bit empty, showing how thin he had gotten.

Lou Qingwu's hands that gripped the box tightened but she still called out, “Wangchen shifu.”

“En?” Mu Yunqing was a distance away from her, so he turned to look at her.

“I hope,” Lou Qingwu's voice was a bit hoarse, “That the person who lights this altar lamp for my friend, is you.”

Mu Yunqing's body stiffened completely.

Lou Qingwu slowly walked closer, sighing as she passed the box of ashes to him, “She regretted it, she was still thinking of you …”

Lou Qingwu didn't continue to explain more than that because she knew that Mu Yunqing would understand.

Back then, he didn't go to Su Sheng's burial and now, seeing the box of ashes, he should understand.

Mu Yunqing looked at the box of ashes dazedly.

After a long time did he finally regain his senses, but the hands that were lifted up weren't as calm as they usually were.

His hands shook as he reached for the box.

Lou Qingwu saw his exposed wrist, it was delicately fragile and thin.

But on it, were two strings of prayer beads tightly tied together, as if they'd never even been apart before.

When Lou Qingwu left Puzhao temple, she still couldn't forget Mu Yunqing's last desolate look on his face.

She held her head as she silently watched the scenery pass in the carriage, but none of it entered her eyes.

“Master, what are you thinking?” Lan Bai saw that Lou Qingwu was in low spirits so she asked her.

Lou Qingwu shook her head, expressing that she was fine.

She turned around to look at the silent Little Bell, “What are your plans for the future?”

“Miss Lou!” Little Bell's body stiffened before she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of Lou Qingwu.

“What are you doing?”

“Please miss, take in Little Bell. I have nowhere else to go. I'm willing to be a cow or a horse for you to repay your benevolence!” Little Bell then began to kowtow.

Lan Bai quickly helped her up, “Master didn't say that she wouldn't not take you in. Look at you, you kowtowed and what if you get injured again, that wouldn't be worth it.”

“Then is miss willing to take in Little Bell?” Little Bell wasn't willing to get up, she could only look pleadingly at Lou Qingwu.

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TL note:  

Poor monk - humble way of monks describing themselves

Amitabha - the name of Amitabha Buddha

Leave a comment and because Mu Yunqing got his heart broken again xx

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